Concealed within a body that far outpaced its readiness for maturity's rigors is the mind of the boy I once was: prone to sit or stand, stupefied and aloof, alone in a crowded room, staring wide-eyed at the social morass I have never fathomed and which has always seemed too perilous to wade in.
The Hartman Profile's “yellow personality” description somewhat suits me (inclined to fun), although I test rather evenly between all of the personality colors as well as between the right and left brain hemispheres (acknowledging that the right-left dichotomy has been largely debunked). One might regard me as a creative, sensual, and artistic; an idea man; while another would find me logical, driven by lofty and uncharted objectives, and constantly pondering the meaning of life and things. I am usually playful, mischievous, and secretly preoccupied with adventure. Alas, I suppose some of those preoccupations will have to quaff another draught of patience ere their fulfillment.
I am modest and malleable, fiercely open-minded, and believe my self-evaluation to be neither too high nor too low.
I remain, as yet, detached from intimate associations, though I am abundantly courteous with everyone and make it a practice to deal the same way I want to be dealt with. Being among the weakest of mortals, I aspire to infinite patience and a strong character.
the gym (now benching 365 to 400)
reading and researching
any of various restaurants in town - preferably Vietnamese, Cambodian, Burmese, Thai, Laotian, Chinese, Indian, Pakistani, Afghani . . .
anywhere that is somewhere else (and preferably in a remote place).
How I wish I could find some ancient treasure.
Production note regarding the profile photos: Unlike most normal humans, my internal programming does not permit me to deign ask someone else for a personal photo op. So I am sorry, but "selfie" photos are probably all I will ever have, and even those are intensely painful to the psyche to capture. Moreover, I can lift far more weight than what the corners of my mouth require for a smile - and I fear the mounting social pressure to undergo the latter will pose the risk of serious injury to me - so I beg your forbearance. (Don't worry. My teeth and oral hygiene can be certified "excellent.")